#floweringrifles

[askgraymann-blog-blog]

Its been a long time, hasn't it sir?

Oh hello, dear. I've been quite busy lately, although I've never forgotten about you. You are the rare few who treat me properly after all.

[thechromeknight]

There's a box sitting in the BLU rec room!

Unfortunately it looks like whoever put it together didn't have very many resources on hand to make up cards appropriate for the day. The cardboard box is lined on the bottom with a single layer of blue tissue paper and is otherwise filled with cards made out of folded letter paper, the words written on them in very neat, almost squarish writing.

There's a message written on one of the flaps of the box that reads "Everyone gets a card!"

There are fifteen cards. Every one of them says "Happy Valentine's Day!" on the front. None of them are addressed to any one particular person. However, they are all delicately taped shut with a small piece of tape. It appears that anyone who is interested can select a card and claim it as their own, then open it to see what message they got.

The insides of the various cards read as follows:

Experiences with you are someone's fondest memories.

The base is brighter when you smile than the rare times we get sun.

You make someone's spirit soar like a dove.

Your laughter is like music, it makes others want to sing along.

Someone thinks you're sugar sweet.

Your presence encourages others to keep going.

No matter the weather, the base is always warm with you here.

Someone looks up to you.

You've stolen someone's heart- not just on the battlefield.

You make poems whenever you speak.

You are an integral part of your team's family.

All your work is appreciated by your colleges.

Someone is always looking out for you.

You supercharge someone's heart all on your own.

If your ideas were framed, galleries would beg for the honour to display them.

[flowergirlrosie]

floweringrifles started following you

Hello, Ma'am.

[inquiries-to-sherlock-holmes]

So I hear you are an amazing violin player. Do you have a favorite piece? A favorite composer? Or are you neutral in both subjects?

I’m fond of Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D Major, but for an overall favourite composer, Bach takes the prize in the classical composer category. 

[cloakandbraggart]

Hello

If we kissed:[] This wouldn’t happen.[] Oh, disgusting.[x] Again, again.[x] Kiss you back.[x] Let’s take this to the bedroom.[] Slap/Push you away.[x] Be confused at first, probably.

If you asked me out I’d say:[x] Um no.[] I’m taken-[] Sure.[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:[] No.[] Ew.[x] Sure.[] YES.

Sex?:[x] Let’s do it. ,’B)[] No. You can’t handle my d.[] FUCK YES.[] No.

[scuttlingscylla]

He hadn't seen hide or hair of the Lady Sniper for a while now. Not since Christmas when he passed on her dress. Part of that might have been because of his own recently inactivity, but it wouldn't be right to start the new year without sayin' hello, right?

[pintsizedpyro]

A knock is heard on the Pyros door, a rather exhausted looking Eva standing outside her door, a vinyl in its slip in her hands.

Jin sat up drowsily at the knock, glancing over her hand briefly, before getting up and using her other to open the door."Ah… hello." She blinked, surprised by the guest. "Thank you, for the candle." She gave a little nod of her head as an appreciation. "What is that, in your hands?"

[manwiththesilvertongue-blog]

≈ you asked for it

It was a quiet and soft kiss, gentle and considering. It was almost chaste in a way but the tenderness about it made it seem intimate at the same time. The spy pulled away and smiled softly, looking to the side. "That.. wasn't too forward, was it? I suppose something just came over me."